Today, I shot at my first groundhog. I missed. Im not sure the rifle is sighted in properly as I had the varmint in my sights and it looked like a great shot. Either I shot just high and he scurried back into his hole, or I winged him a bit and he scurried back into his hole. He did appear to spin when I shot at him so Im going with that.
Who is the gopher's ally? His friend?
The harmless squirrel and the friendly rabbit.
Thats who.
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When you get the sight fixed, I have a job for you here in Chatham. Chipmunks eating the young shoots of all my lovely flowering shrubs, squirrels who eat all the seed I put out for the songbirds and one adorable baby bunny who lost his mother - actually, he/she can stay.
Chipmunks. The wily cousin of the groundhog. Spawned from evil.
Of course, I will help eradicate them for you. Im just not sure what the neighbors would say if they saw a crazed farm boy with a shotgun and a case of beer in your front lawn.
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